Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

she watched as he ate, hanging back in the manner of some tame phantom. as he forced chunks of viscera down his cavernous glut she felt the dull pang of hunger -- an ache in the pit of her stomach she had become uncomfortably accustomed to.

however, she was not inclined to lower her head before a stranger, not even for the succulent taste of sealflesh. instead she studied him boldly, her sharp yellow gaze unremitting. this type of observation had in the past yielded several aggressive advances by the studied party - and yet, the dimwit had yet to learn.